My son does not listen to me. The ultimate of all ultimate days of "not listening-ness" was today. At Jiu-Jitsu class he chose to run around in circles, pound the floor mats with his hands and feet, not wait his turn, and avoid any contact with the instructor. He gave everyone a stunning performance of everything from frogs to falcon impressions but refused, absolutely refused, to listen to anyone.
I could see the frustration on everyone's face as my son caused the biggest diturbance in the history of all "4-9 year old" Jui-Jitsu classes.
The whole thirty minute class sounded like this,
John stop that.
John you need to listen...How will you learn if you don't listen?
John, participate...John.. John..JOhn!!!
Stern voices became, clench fisted shouting from my husband.
Romelo, the teacher/master, kept looking towards me for some sign of relief, hope, or something.
What a nightmare. It was like a tantrum/crazy hyperactive episode.
Gosh darn it. What on earth was going on with him today?
I can't imagine going back there next Teusday as if nothing happened.
I'm even on the brink of leaving Jiu-Juitsu altogether because I feel so embarrased.
But, the "music-to-my-ears" ineligible four year old banter that John speaks to me only reminds me that I have to be strong and thick-skinned for him. That, now - in this world, I represent more than myself; Now, I represent my family.
And if I quit Jiu-Jitsu because of one bad day. That will let him think that he could quit on things all his life.
So, next Teusday it is.
Though hell may be a present driving force of his actions on that mat.
At least, I could try to expect the positive. Hope that he behaves himself (Especially, after the long sermon home I professed to him and will do again on the way back.)
And the past few weeks we've went he has always been well-behaved.
I pray to God, that that - god knows what that freakish alter-ego of his - was just a one time thing.
To all the other parents present during the JJ class this afternoon:
I swear that my son is a very well behaved person.
I'm very proud that he never throws shopping tantrums, knows his manners, and likes to pick flowers from our garden and give them to me in the morning.
He likes opera music, trains, and his favorite color is white.
I swear he's not crazy and if it is any consolation - if ever your child decides to go bizerko on that Jiu Jitsu mat in our presence - I won't look and judge you by it either.
Kids will be kids and Parents, well, they're just overgrown kids.
No one told me that growing up was going to be this challenging and now I understand more than ever why being a kid is often referred to as "the good old days."
I could see the frustration on everyone's face as my son caused the biggest diturbance in the history of all "4-9 year old" Jui-Jitsu classes.
The whole thirty minute class sounded like this,
John stop that.
John you need to listen...How will you learn if you don't listen?
John, participate...John.. John..JOhn!!!
Stern voices became, clench fisted shouting from my husband.
Romelo, the teacher/master, kept looking towards me for some sign of relief, hope, or something.
What a nightmare. It was like a tantrum/crazy hyperactive episode.
Gosh darn it. What on earth was going on with him today?
I can't imagine going back there next Teusday as if nothing happened.
I'm even on the brink of leaving Jiu-Juitsu altogether because I feel so embarrased.
But, the "music-to-my-ears" ineligible four year old banter that John speaks to me only reminds me that I have to be strong and thick-skinned for him. That, now - in this world, I represent more than myself; Now, I represent my family.
And if I quit Jiu-Jitsu because of one bad day. That will let him think that he could quit on things all his life.
So, next Teusday it is.
Though hell may be a present driving force of his actions on that mat.
At least, I could try to expect the positive. Hope that he behaves himself (Especially, after the long sermon home I professed to him and will do again on the way back.)
And the past few weeks we've went he has always been well-behaved.
I pray to God, that that - god knows what that freakish alter-ego of his - was just a one time thing.
To all the other parents present during the JJ class this afternoon:
I swear that my son is a very well behaved person.
I'm very proud that he never throws shopping tantrums, knows his manners, and likes to pick flowers from our garden and give them to me in the morning.
He likes opera music, trains, and his favorite color is white.
I swear he's not crazy and if it is any consolation - if ever your child decides to go bizerko on that Jiu Jitsu mat in our presence - I won't look and judge you by it either.
Kids will be kids and Parents, well, they're just overgrown kids.
No one told me that growing up was going to be this challenging and now I understand more than ever why being a kid is often referred to as "the good old days."
A child can act as crazy or as careless as possible and everyone will go look and blame the parents.
Huhuhu... :(
Mira
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